Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 25 Pistol
Just now, when Du Fei followed Xiaowu in with his vision, he saw the corner of the wall was frozen into lumps, so it was not difficult to guess that there were frequent visitors here.

This is also the reason why Du Fei rushed over immediately after discovering the sandwiched wall.

If you don't come here as soon as it is dark, at dawn tomorrow, the big hole opened by the dog's head may be discovered by others.

When he came here, Du Fei walked in directly and generously. Even if someone saw him, he would only think that he was anxious and would not think elsewhere.

On the contrary, he is cautious and sneaky, which is even more suspicious.

This is just a small courtyard. As soon as Du Fei entered the gate, he saw Xiaowu squatting in the messy courtyard.

Behind it, more than a dozen wild cats of various colors imitated Xiaowu, squatting on the ground with their chests raised and their heads raised.

Seeing this, Du Fei couldn't help crying and laughing.

Fortunately, they can't speak. If these cats could speak, they would have to shout with bouquets, welcome, welcome, warm welcome!
Seeing Du Fei, Xiaowu gave a triumphant "meow", looking at its bear color, as if to say, see if my noodles are good or not.

Du Fei didn't bother to take care of this thing, he was thinking about the things in the wall, hurried over, took out the flashlight, and took a look into the hole in the wall.

The gap in the sandwich wall was not that big, and it was immediately illuminated.

The first thing I saw was the thing wrapped in newspaper.

Du Fei stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt that the weight was not light.

"Could it be a gold bar inside?" Du Fei's eyes lit up, and he lifted it out with all his strength, but he was not in a hurry to check it now, and directly threw it into the portable space.

I took the flashlight and continued to shine in the interlayer to see if there was anything else.

Originally, Du Fei didn't have much hope, but just confirmed that there were no omissions.

Unexpectedly, with the beam of the flashlight shining in, a faint metal reflection flashed under the sandwiched wall!

Because at the bottom of the mezzanine, Du Fei couldn't reach it with all his arms stretched in.

He simply took out his shovel, and aimed at the rotten wall with violence.

After about ten steps, along the big hole, a small half of the wall was dismantled.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose up.

Fortunately, it was windy and snowy tonight, and it was outdoors. Although there was a lot of dust, it was blown away quickly.

Holding the shovel, Du Fei pulled away the broken bricks and finally found the reflective thing.

"Fuck~" His heart trembled, and he reached out to pick up the dusty iron guy.

Du Fei's knowledge of firearms is limited, so he can't see what is the name of this pistol or where it came from.

Before that, the only time I touched a real gun was in the military training at the university, and I used the old-fashioned semi-automatic rifle.

Holding a pistol for the first time in his life made Du Fei's heart beat "boom boom boom"

At the same time, he also realized that the discovery this time might not be that simple, so he didn't dare to stay here any longer, so he hurriedly put away his pistol and left the yard as quickly as possible.

At this time, the snow on the ground was half an inch thick.

But the temperature is not low enough, and it melts quickly.

Du Fei frowned, thinking to himself, what is the origin of the owner of the small courtyard?
But the more I thought about it, the more chaotic I became, and there was no clue at all.

It was originally just a temporary treasure hunt, but with the appearance of the pistol, the nature has completely changed.

This made Du Fei's mind couldn't help but see the bloody plots of many spy war dramas.

Could it be that the original person living in that yard was a lurking enemy agent?

Thinking of this possibility, Du Fei couldn't help feeling chills down his spine, and quickened his pace again, but he kept an eye out, and didn't run home directly, but made a detour to other alleys.He also asked Xiaowu to follow him far away, walked around for more than half an hour, and returned to the courtyard after confirming that no one was following him.

As soon as Du Fei entered the gate, he heard the third master's house in the front yard. For some reason, Yan Tiecheng and his wife were arguing again.

Aunt Chen who lived across the street and Aunt Li in the backyard were in high spirits, not afraid of the cold, standing in the aisle not far from the window under the wind and snow, listening to the movement inside, looking forward to the young couple not closing the door, saying Some dark secrets.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by Du Fei!

The two aunts could not help but look embarrassed, and greeted: "Xiao Du, I just came back."

Seeing this scene, Du Fei's nervousness just now eased, he laughed and said: "I went to the latrine last time, you two will continue to work."

As soon as they talked outside, they heard movement in the room, and the quarrel stopped immediately.

Du Fei had something on his mind, so he turned around and hurriedly walked towards the courtyard.

When passing by the middle courtyard, I don't know what kind of trouble that guy Banggan'er caused. He was beaten up by his mother and howled, but Granny Jia didn't stop him.

Wait back in the backyard.

The old lady in the five-guarantee household next door turned off the lights and went to bed early, and the second uncle was cursing at home, as if he had been let off by some leader in the factory.

Du Fei walked to the porch of his house, stomped his feet hard to shake off the snow from the soles of his shoes, and patted his body before he opened the door and entered the house.

But at this moment, a black figure slipped from the side and squeezed into the room ahead of him.

Du Fei followed closely behind, and while closing the door, he took off his hat and mask, shook it off, and put it on the bicycle.

Then take out the shovel and fill the stove with briquettes.

Xiaowu shook his whole body, and all the snowflakes that fell on it were thrown out, twisted and twisted, and walked into the inner room.

Du Fei was not in a hurry to go into the inner room, and first took out the pistol and the newspaper-wrapped thing from the outer room.

There is nothing about this pistol, it is immediately clear at a glance.

But Du Fei wasn't sure what was in the newspaper, and if it was something disgusting, he would have to sleep in the back room at night.

Du Fei took out the pistol first, found a rag to wipe it, and pressed the clip button to eject the clip.

The clip is full of bullets.

He pulled the bolt again to make sure there were no bullets in the chamber, then raised the gun with both hands, facing the keyhole of the door, and gestured a three-point-one-line aiming posture.

Men's love for guns and weapons is born in their bones.

Holding this heavy and cold iron tool in his hand, Du Fei couldn't help but feel a strange feeling.

There was no rust on the surface of the gun body, and the slide was pulled a few times without any blockage. The trigger was pulled and the shot was fired.

"Crack!"

The gun lock made a crisp mechanical impact sound.

This gun should still be usable. It was put into the portable space just now, and the blue light inside did not respond at all.

However, the bullets in the clip have been placed for all these years, and I don't know how many rounds will be fired.

Du Fei simply didn't plan to take out the gun to do anything, but he wasn't bothered.

Put the pistol aside.

Du Fei took a breath and finally took out another thing.

Peeling off the newspaper on the outside, what was wrapped inside was a black leather briefcase.

Du Fei glanced at those newspapers. It was the "Jingcheng Daily" in June 1954.

Pushing off the rusty metal buckle, the briefcase opened with a click.

Du Fei didn't reach in, but spread the newspaper on the floor, picked up the briefcase upside down, and poured out all the contents in one go.

(End of this chapter)